Fresh anchor collars waited in numbered boxes when the first bell opened the yard again.
The broken guard remained in yesterday's trench. Nobody had polished away the six torn holes or the long fold Radrazh had driven through the plate. Students slowed beside it before taking their places at the rail.
Workers had stripped yesterday's center lane and rebuilt the frame with two moving practice bodies at opposite ends. Three padded arms crossed the center at uneven heights, while an iron target waited beyond them. Each candidate had to guide both bodies through separate lanes, change from empty hands to an armament and back, strike the target, and finish behind the far line.
The station would run three times. A dropped figure, torn weapon sleeve, crossed safety boundary, or failed brake ended that pass. The last release allowed maximum declared output against the target after both protected bodies were clear.
Orven inspected every chain with the worker. Vhar checked the open rear channels above both shoulders and rolled his coat away from the grips.
"You slept," Orven said.
"I slept until the yard bells started."
"I spent several hours discovering that my sternum dislikes you."
Vhar looked at the fading bruise above Orven's collar. "It showed better judgment than the staff."
Orven laughed and immediately regretted it. He pressed one hand against his chest until the ache eased.
Sera leaned over the rail. "Try breathing before either of you becomes funny again."
The examiner called Orven first.
His opening pass was almost quiet. He used the middle of his staff to guide the first practice body, changed ends before the lower arm arrived, and caught the second harness without allowing either figure to swing. One padded tip struck the target.
CLANG!
Orven crossed the far line with both bodies behind him and enough breath to speak.
"The upper arm releases after the chain clicks twice," he told the worker. "Yesterday it was three."
The worker checked the timing wheel. A tooth had worn thin overnight, so she marked the change where Vhar could see it and reset the release.
Orven's second pass landed within a handspan of the first. His third drove a deeper dent into the same target without losing either protected body.
One padded arm caught Orven's staff and forced it above his shoulder while the sand-weighted figure folded across the shaft. Orven released his rear hand, caught the harness, and pulled the staff through beneath the arm.
THUD!
The padded iron struck his back but missed the protected body. Orven crossed with his balance intact.
On the third pass, the examiner reversed every release. Orven listened to the first chain and placed his staff where the second harness arrived. His target strike came later and harder because he saved current for it.
CLANG!
The new dent overlapped the old one.
The meter reader wrote every Uvar pulse. Orven spent less on the final pass than he had on the first.
Students applauded work they could understand: the same body, staff, breath, and result surviving every change.
Vhar entered with Radrazh and Ulqor crossed behind him.
The first practice body descended on his right. He caught it against his shoulder and moved before the second chain tightened. The upper arm swept toward his head.
He ducked beneath it, passed the first harness into his left hand, and drew Radrazh with his right.
SHING!
The sleeved blade struck the padded arm at its reinforced joint.
CRACK!
The joint folded without leaving its cable. Vhar resheathed Radrazh while still moving and caught the second practice body before its feet reached the red floor.
His first pass ended beyond Orven's farthest mark.
The rail reacted to the distance until the examiner pointed at the folded arm.
"The result stands, but somebody would have to carry that arm home from a field return."
Vhar looked at the joint Radrazh had collapsed. "Can it be released without cutting the cable?"
The worker pulled a retaining pin and lowered the damaged section onto a cart. "Yes, because you folded it toward the service side. An inward fold would keep the cable loaded and close the lane."
The board recorded his distance and the service-side fold separately.
Workers replaced the folded joint. The armament worker examined Radrazh's sleeve and sealed one scuffed thread with fresh wax.
"You may draw it again," she said. "Do not make me chase the blade while the frame is moving."
"I prefer knowing where it is too."
The second pass reversed the body weights. Vhar used empty hands through the center, caught a padded arm against his back, and let its movement carry him beneath the second harness. Ulqor's grip cleared above his right shoulder into his left hand.
SHING!
Ulqor's wrapped spine slipped beneath the loaded harness and lifted it clear while Vhar's right shoulder drove the last padded arm away from the other figure.
Vhar returned Ulqor to its scabbard before crossing the line, leaving leather, cable, and wood uncut.
Orven tested the intact catch while workers reset the lane. "That blade could have cut the cable."
"The body needed the harness, not the floor."
Kavos watched from above. "Both grips cleared the hanging chains."
Reth pointed at the stone behind Vhar. "His left heel traveled farther on the second turn, and quarry dust would carry it farther still."
The examiner drew a chalk crescent around the heel mark before the workers reset the frame.
For the maximum release, the workers raised the iron target and cleared every person from the trench behind it. The practice bodies would cross first. Only after both reached the safe line could either candidate strike.
Vhar listened to the first chain tighten.
The bell rang.
Both bodies descended together. Vhar took one beneath each arm and entered the crossing padded arms before their rhythm settled. Iron struck his shoulder and hip.
BANG!
BANG!
Neither impact changed his stride. He guided the figures past each other, released the left harness beyond its line, and carried the right body through the last opening as the target rose.
The final wooden feet crossed into safety.
Vhar turned.
Crimson surfaced over both hands and ran beneath his sleeves. The nearest students backed away from the rail as he drew Radrazh right-handed.
Orven raised his staff from outside the boundary. "The target is clear."
The worker confirmed the trench. Nyra confirmed both practice bodies. The examiner dropped his arm.
Vhar crossed the distance in one compound movement. His feet, organs, spine, senses, shoulder, and grip moved as one, nothing lost between them.
Radrazh struck the target.
CLANG!
The faceplate caved around the wrapped edge. Its inner ribs sheared with a harsh metal shriek, and the supporting column tore from its buried socket before dropping into the sand.
THUD!
Sand rose above the boundary and fell back inside it.
Vhar finished behind the far line with Radrazh lowered and both practice bodies untouched. The crimson inscriptions receded as workers locked the frame.
The meter reader stared at the needle pinned against its stop. "There is no final number."
"Write that the instrument reached its limit," Nyra said. "Do not replace a missing number with House Talvern's old one."
Tarev looked from the pinned needle to his offering sheet. "My record cannot supply what that meter failed to read."
The examiner collected all three station boards beneath the covered walk.
He did not add their marks into one total. The boards kept protected movement, decisive contact, repeatability, equipment loss, current use, and maximum output separate.
Students at the rail tried to decide which board mattered most until the examiner turned all three toward them.
"The field seat goes to repeatable protected work, while restricted training goes to the result our yard could not contain or measure."
"Orven Krail keeps the hazardous-field preparation seat because he won the protected range station and produced the most repeatable field-safe result under changing releases."
Orven's shoulders loosened, though he did not smile until the faded cord was returned to his wrist.
"Vhar Blackvein receives restricted-yard hours and independent ranking recognition, so his danger and structural output will no longer be entered beneath House Talvern's consumed-offering category. He also retains evidence-review standing because his public result and Nyra Severin's authenticated copy agree that the House record cannot govern his present body."
Vhar accepted the new yard token. It was iron, plain, and heavy enough to be useful.
Orven offered his forearm. "I thought losing the target might cost me the seat."
Vhar gripped it. "You brought both bodies home three times."
Orven's hand tightened once before they released. "You noticed."
Orven laughed carefully this time.
Sera joined them with two cups and handed Vhar the one with a crack down its side. "The intact cup goes to the man trusted around field equipment."
Vhar examined the crack. "This feels like an appeal of the ruling."
"It is an equipment-matching exercise."
Orven accepted the intact cup with solemn gratitude, although his mouth had already betrayed him.
Nyra collected her authenticated copy from the ruling table. House Severin's reserved bench had remained empty throughout the station, yet her own authenticated record had changed the result.
"The Academy copy stays with the quarry case," she told Vhar. "Tarev receives the ruling, not my archive sheet."
"Will House Talvern object?"
"Certainly, but they will have to describe what they want instead of reaching through his death record."
Behind them, Tarev copied the ruling beside the sheet he had carried from House Talvern. He left with evidence of crimson inscriptions, a failed meter, and a target in pieces, but no name for the power that had produced them.
By the time the yard emptied, Orven's faded cord was back on his wrist, Vhar's iron token hung at his belt, and the ruined target still leaned above the trench where every witness had watched it fall.